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[ The wing itself is completely healed, all the underlying bones and flesh moving exactly as expected.

Though that aside, many of the feathers are still bent, twisted, or broken off altogether.

Also he doesn't turn pink at all because why would he, shut up. ]

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[ Can one smooth and straighten out bent feathers because by Celestia, he's at least going to try and attempt so.

While being completely oblivious to Venti's plight, of course. ]

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[ It probably helps . . . a little? Though it still looks quite sad.

Zhongli tried.

And beneath his fingers, the owner of the wing starts giggling. ]

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[ Just.

Sighs. ]

Do feathers even grow back?

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[ Laughing outright.

What right does the god of contracts have to be this cute? ]

They do, eventually. It might take a while though.

Still, in the meantime, that preening will certainly help it look better ♪

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[ Still preening. Uselessly.

And then moves to manhandling the wings and folding them this way and that to see how it looks from various angles ]

Then I will continue to do so until their return.

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Keep me looking my best--!

Ehe, as a performer, I certainly can't complain.

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[ Which brings him to another question... ]

Have you purchased a lyre?

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Of course. It was the first item I purchased.

[ Even before booze!!!! ]

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[ Even before booze!!! ]

My apologies for doubting you.

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[ Laughs, fluttering his wings. ]

I'm used to it!

Don't worry, I'll play the lyre for you sometime as well~

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I look forward to it. But for now---

[ And then he gently shoves Venti down upon the bed. ]

How about both you and I get some rest

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Hmm . . . a nap?

That sounds really nice right now, actually.

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Yes. It does, doesn't it?

[ As he shifts to lay down next to him. ]

1/3

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[ Flopping backwards with his arms splayed out.

Half on top of Zhongli, of course. ]

You know my tastes so well!

2/4 actually

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[ Shifting around to get comfortable ]

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--You're hard as a rock, you oaf!!

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[ Coming from a person who sleeps in a tree... ]

Firm sleeping surfaces will get you a better night's sleep.

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[ Harrumphs!

But does not roll off onto the, y'know, actual soft bed. ]

Spoken like someone whose head is made of rock.

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Would you like me to find you a more suitable pillow?

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No, no -- I'm suffering, but this one will do.

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[ He takes Venti's flute and places it on the nightstand before curling an arm around his waist ]

I appreciate your adaptability.

Rest well, Barbatos.

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[ He closes his eyes with a dramatic sigh, but some of the energy palpably leaves him as Zhongli wraps that arm around him. ]

Hehe . . . I always do. ♪

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[ Zhongli hums at that, watching Venti close his eyes and relax for just a tad too long before closing his own eyes and attempting to get some rest. ]